Later, Steve, Gordon, Samantha, Sam, and I were in the back room at my work place, the ready room, as M called it. All it needed was a cone of silence, right? The two Sams were flying out in one of the big Hueys to cover the new damage, plus revisit some of the old. I was huffed about it, but that left just three of us, and I could probably pawn Gordon off as a refugee and let him fly off to wherever he called home. But no, as I was thinking that, he winked, shed his clothes, grabbed some plastic bags, and slipped out the back door. He was going to go do further research about people and religion, or spirituality, during a crisis. I actually respected him immensely, though I could never have done what he did at all.
So there we were; not under a table this time, not crouched in a broken h
